| Well in North Carolina way back in the hills |
| Lived my ol' pappy and he had him a still |
| He brewed white lightning till the sun went down |
| Then he’d fill him a jug and he’d pass it around |
| Mighty mighty pleasing pappy’s corn squezing |
| Shhhhhhh «WHITE LIGHTNING» |
| Chours |
| Well the g-men t-men revenures to Searchin' for the place were he made his brew |
| They were lookin' tryn' to book him |
| Ooooo «WHITE LIGHTNING» |
| I asked my ol' pappy why he called his brew |
| White lightning stead' of mountain dew |
| I took one sip and right away I knew as My eyes bugged out and my face turned blue |
| Lightning started flashin' thunder started crashing |
| Oooooooo «WHITE LIGHTNING» |
| Chours |
| Well the g-men t-men revanures too searching |
| For the place were he made his brew |
| They were lookin' tryn' too book him |
| Ooooooo «WHITE LIGHTNING» |
| Well a city slicker came and he said |
| I’m tough I think I wanna taste that |
| Powerfull stuff he took one swift slug |
| And he drank it right down and I Heard him moaning as he hit the ground |
| Mighty mighty pleasin’your pappys corn squezin' |
| Ooooooo «WHITE LIGHTNING» |
| Chours |
| Well the g-men t-men revanuers too |
| Searchin' for the place were he made his brew |
| They were lookin' tryin' to book him but my Pappy kept a cookin' ooooooo «WHITE LIGHTNING» |